• If I let go of your wandering hand,
    Would the alabaster moon lose its lust’r
    In the tidal lashes of your green eyes
    Would the sea faring man weep tears at dawn,
    If I let go, would the nascent babe grow
    Leprous, would mighty palms tumble and rot
    That summer’s breeze yield to miasmatic
    Gale, that earth’s perennial glow shall flick’r
    And fade, Pray that I would have valor yet
    To wrench this bless’d havoc from your gallant
    Jaw, wish it not though act quick I must but
    Try with all my strength to resist knowing,
    All powers of fate strong and meek beware
    the ineffable past brushing your hair.